Not A Nice Old Man

by George Pratt

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All songs written by George Pratt
except “Carry Me, Carrie” written by Shel Silverstein

All songs arranged by
George Pratt - guitar & vocals
Will Michaels – guitar
Thom Scagliotti – bass
Holly Brewer - vocals - “We Drove All the Way”
Sophia Cacciola – drums - “Sleepin' Steve”

Full album download includes bonus track "Piss Wall" remastered

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released July 15, 2014

Thank Yous to
UNregularRadio Dex M.F. Ter, Matt Lax, Dave Crespo, Rick Goodenow, John Loftus, Matt McNiss, Rob Carballo, Matt O'Brien, Luke Jackman, Holly Brewer, Sophia Cacciola, Michael J Epstein, stoneotis.com, Aaron Darter, Vinay Bhatt, WEMFradio.com, coffee, cigarettes, 420, phishthoughts.com, PhantasyTour.com, Phish.net, all stagehands everywhere, Coventry Vt. August 2004, CSS, Mike Pinner, Mike Zamora, and my kids Ryan, Chris, Mike, Danielle, and Jennifer.

I would especially like to thank my mom and dad George and Carol Pratt and my brother Kerry (Mike) Pratt for being there my whole life at every turn of the road and my kids for insuring my time as a wage slave, but I LOVE THEM and that's that.

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Track Name: Hobo Army
Me and my Hobo Army
Were gonna be comin' after you
Me and my Hobo Army
We're gonna put you in the stew (cook ya,eat ya)

You can't run. You can't hide.
My Hobo Army is at my side.
Shabby men in shabby clothes.
Each one has a runny nose.
So what ya gonna do? (gonna come after you...stew)

Me and my Hobo Army
We're gonna kick down your door.
Me and my Hobo Army
We're always hungry for more.

You can't run. You can't hide.
My Hobo Army is at my side.
Shabby men in shabby clothes.
Each one has a runny nose.
So what ya gonna do?
(put ya in the stew...cook ya and eat ya good)

You can't run. You can't hide.
My Hobo Army is at my side.
Shabby men in shabby clothes.
Each one has a runny nose. (sniffle)
So what ya gonna do?
Track Name: Nothing but the Wheel
Well I'm passed the boulevard
Out here underneath the stars
And I'm flying past these houses, farms and fields.
Leaving all I know back home.
Driving through the cold alone.
Holding on to nothing but the wheel

I've been trying to drive you off my mind.
O' Lately that way maybe we can
Leave it all behind.

Well I'm steering clear of the interstate.
I'm seeking out these old two lanes,
Trying to explain the way I feel.
When all at once it's half past three
And it's down to them trucks and me
And I'm holding on to nothing but the wheel

I've been trying to drive you off my mind.
Oh Lately that way maybe we can
Leave it all behind.

Well 41 rolls on an on.
Them headlights winding in the dark.
The sky is the color now of polished steel.

The only thing I know for sure
Is she don't want me anymore.
And I'm holding on to nothing.
Holding on to nothing.
Yes I'm holding onto nothing but the wheel.
Track Name: Sleepin' Steve
There he is all stretched out
On your living room rug.
Drank five beers now he's fast asleep
Snug as a bug.
Sleeping Steve, he don't ever leave.
Titty bar and big black car.
Heading south, he don't get far, not Steve.

Titty bar and big black car.
Heading south, he don't get far, not Steve.

Calls you up 10 O'clock
Wakes up all your kids.
Yelling about some stupid shit
He says he did.
Sleeping Steve, he don't ever leave.

Titty bar and big black car.
Heading south, he don't get far, not Steve.

Titty bar and big black car.
Heading south, he don't get far, not Steve.

Calls you up 10 O'clock
Wakes up all your kids.
Yelling about some stupid shit
He says he did.
Sleeping Steve, he don't ever leave.

Titty bar and big black car.
Heading south, he don't get far, not Steve.
Not Steve.
Track Name: Down in Spanish Plain
Head wrapped in a do-rag.
Bottle in a brown bag.
He's standing on a sewer drain.

Head full of bull crap.
He's screaming black rap.
Oh the drugs has driven him insane.

You can feel the strain when you're
Down in Spanish Plain.
It's enough to break your back.
Poverty and crack pipes.
Dead cat with black stripes.
I ain't going back again.

Oh the sun and the rain
Come around here just the same.
To those people that's lining up
For that misery train.
Down in old Spanish Plain.

Old lady with a shopping cart.
She's got a bad heart,
And it's uphill in the driving rain.
Her kid done gone bad.
He never knew his dad.
Oh the drugs has driven him insane.

You can feel the strain baby
Down in Spanish Plain.
It's enough to break your back.
Poverty and crack pipes.
Dead cat with black stripes.
I ain't going back again.

Oh the sun and the rain
Come around here just the same.
To those people that's lining up
For that misery train.
Down in old Spanish Plain.
Track Name: We Drove All the Way
We drove all the way from Albany
Through the rainy Vermont night.
I pulled out a pack of Newports
And she asked me for a light.
So I told her a joke
As she blew out the smoke
And the miles rolled by and by.
I made it a point when I rolled that joint
To make time and wonder why.
Oh the morning sun turned her skin to bronze
Her clothes smell like fresh air
Every time I get my chance it lingers in the air.
So I choke down my heart
As we drift apart
And sit there with nothing to say.
Ain't no need to push it now.
Tomorrows another day.
It's another day.

We drove all the way from Albany
Through the rainy Vermont night.
Pulled out a pack of Newports
And I asked him for a light.
And he told me a joke
As I blew out the smoke
And the miles rolled by and by.
Made it a point as he rolled that joint
To take time and wonder why.
Oh the morning sun turned his skin to bronze
His clothes smelled like fresh air
And every time I get my chance it lingers in the air.
So I choke down my heart
As we drift apart
And sit there with nothing to say.
Ain't no need to push it now.
Tomorrows another day.
It's another day.

We drove all the way from Tampa
Through the foggy Georgia night.
She pulled out a pack of Newports
And she asked me for a light.
And she told me a joke
As she blew out the smoke
And the miles rolled by and by.
I made it a point when I rolled that joint
To Take time and wonder why.
Oh the morning sun turned her skin to bronze
Her clothes smelled like fresh air
Every time I get my chance it lingers in the air.
So I choke down my heart
As we drift apart
And sit there with nothing to say.
Ain't no need to push it now.
Tomorrows another day.
It's another day.

We drove all the way from Tampa
Through the foggy Georgia night.
Pulled out a pack of Newports
And asked him for a light.
Then he told me a joke
As I blew out the smoke
And the miles rolled by and by.
I made it a point as he rolled that joint
To take time and wonder why.
The morning sun turned his skin to bronze
His clothes smelled like fresh air
And every time I get my chance it just lingers in the air.
So I choke down my heart
As we drift apart
And sit there with nothing to say.
Ain't no need to push it now.
Tomorrows another day.
Just another day.
Track Name: 1 %'er You
Gotta hold on tight
To your golden crown.
Oh you gotta grasp it close
When the tax man comes around.
So who in the world now did you screw?
You old 1 %'er you.

Didn't even live in all your houses.
Though I know you're trying to.
Couldn't even drive all your fancy cars
If you had another you.
You old 1 %'er you.

Oh who in the world now did you screw?
You old 1 %'er you.

You hid it in the Cayman's,
In Switzerland.
You put it in your wife's maiden name
Because you know you can.
So who in the world now did you screw?
Nasty old 1 %'er you.

Couldn't even live in all your houses.
Though I know you're trying to.
Couldn't even drive all your fancy cars
If you had another you.
Who in the world now did you screw?
No old 1 %'er you.
Track Name: Carry Me, Carrie
"Second Street and Broadway
Sittin' in a doorway
Head held in his hands
Looked to all the world
Like he was prayin'
Foot wrapped in old rag
Bottle in a brown bag
I saw him trying to stand
Then I heard the words that he was sayin'

He said...

Come on, Carrie
Carry me a little farther
Come on, Carrie
Carry me one more mile
I don't know where it's leadin' to
But I know I can make it if I lean on you
So come on, Carrie
Carry me a little
I carried you, now carry me a little
Come on, Carrie, carry me a little while

When he struggled to his feet
And staggered down the street
To the window of a five and dime
He stood and laughed a while at his reflection
And then I heard him shoutin'
Something 'bout a mountain
He could surely climb
If she was only there
To point to right direction

But she ain't, no, but she ain't, no...

He said
Come on, Carrie
Carry me a little farther
Come on, Carrie
Carry me one more mile
I don't know where it's leadin' to
But I know I can make it if I lean on you
So come on, Carrie
Carry me a little
I carried you, now carry me a little
Come on, Carrie
Carry me a little while... "
Track Name: Fuck You and Your Momma Too
Last night I had the strangest dream
That I has ever had
I dreamed the world had all agreed
That they would call me dad
OH they came to me
with their arms outstretched
Their palms up towards they sky
And I looked at them
And smiled and said
Fuck You I ain't that kinda guy

Fuck you and your Momma too
And all the baby animals in the zoo
Maybe your little sis
Can chug a mug of my piss
So fuck you and your Momma too
And all the fuzzy animals in the zoo
Maybe your dear old mom
Can guzzle my come

OH they came to me
with their arms outstretched
Their palms up towards they sky
And I looked at them
And smiled and said
I ain't that kinda guy
Oh I wish I hadn't never seen
A face like you got now
I wanna say to you
And this is how

Fuck you and your Momma too
All the baby animals in the zoo
Maybe your little sis
Can chug a mug of my piss
So fuck you and your Momma too
And all them fuzzy animals in the zoo
Maybe your dear old mom
Can guzzle my come